04-10-2016, 01:48 PM
Although the blue mare was not close to their very own little (melting) tea pot, Killdare had learned quickly that this cat was always curious so it's no surprise she hears his call. She briefly ignores it to eat just a few more bites of the green grass that's starting to burn and blow away. Spring was such a short lived season in the Chamber, though lava-Larry likely didn't notice she did and it made her rather snarky.
Kimber worked too hard on looking good to let a little sun run her sweat-free rump.
She was quite content with being a shadow-dweller more than half the time, she wasn't given a great set of manners or moral compass so it's best she isn't in the limelight. To and fro she sways towards the head honcho but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of rushing - she had to get her thrills somehow. "What a sweet voice you have, Killdare," she purrs, sarcastically but with a little chuckle, "what occasion blesses me with your presence?" she curtly adds. She is rather playful today but who knew if in a few minutes she would be done and sinking her proverbially claws into someone.
Kimber worked too hard on looking good to let a little sun run her sweat-free rump.
She was quite content with being a shadow-dweller more than half the time, she wasn't given a great set of manners or moral compass so it's best she isn't in the limelight. To and fro she sways towards the head honcho but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of rushing - she had to get her thrills somehow. "What a sweet voice you have, Killdare," she purrs, sarcastically but with a little chuckle, "what occasion blesses me with your presence?" she curtly adds. She is rather playful today but who knew if in a few minutes she would be done and sinking her proverbially claws into someone.
Kimber
You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
waking up alone when I was left to die
waking up alone when I was left to die